Author: Julie

Julie 1844-332-2639 Ext 453

I haven’t been able to stop thinking about my encounter with the salesboy at the shoe store. The way he caressed my feet with that look in his eyes. I can’t help but get so wet when I think about it. I wonder if he gets that turned on by a lot of women’s feet. He probably doesn’t even remember me.

Butterflies flutter through my stomach as I call the shoe store. I’m really hoping he’s working today and he answers. My heart stops as I hear a female voice on the other end of the line. ”Uh, hello, I was in your store last week and I’m wondering if you’ve gotten a shipment in because you didn’t have the shoes I wanted in my size.” “Please hold” she says. Disappointed, I wonder if I should just hang up and go in. But just as I’m about to.. ”Hello, Ma’am?” says a sweet young man’s voice. My heart sinks, I know it’s him! “Uh, YES!?” After a brief pause, his voice changes.  I think he knows it’s me! Now I’m really nervous! “How can I help you?” he asks in a much more serious tone. Trying to act calm and

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As I sit in embarrassment with the whole store watching, I look up to see the sweet salesboy holding out a hand for me to grab so that he could help me up off the floor. I reach up and grab his hand. He’s nervous. His hand is trembling and sweaty but he holds on tight, as if he really cares and wants to get me safely onto the bench. I look up, he’s blushing and sweating but our eyes lock. He helps me onto the bench but we can’t take our eyes off each other. “Are yyou ok, ma’am?” he stutters with a quivering voice. “Yes, I’m fine, thank you, just a bit embarrassed” I smile up at him and can’t help but blush myself as I feel a surge of energy and palpitations between my legs.

He kneels down between my legs and grabs the red satin stiletto and shows it to me as if to showcase model it in his hands for approval. My heart skips a beat, it’s so gorgeous! I start to fantasize about what I can wear with them and where I can go in them. I want them! I need them! And I

 

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Shoe Fetish

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My shoe fetish started as a young girl. One of my first memories was trying to steal my friend’s shoes because they were the first heels I had ever seen for little girls. They were white wedge sandals. I was so sad when I had to give them back.

Ever since then I just can’t pass up a cute pair of heels! I think it may be an addiction! Just yesterday I found myself headed towards the mall as if I didn’t have power over my own body. I knew I didn’t NEED any more shoes but the thought made me so wet.

By the time I got there I had to take my drenched panties off and leave them in the car. The excitement was building as I was walking to entrance. The cool breeze was swirling under my sundress giving my wet pussy goosebumps and making it single even more. I finally make my way to my favorite shoe store. The are heels in every color, style, and size on glass shelves floor to ceiling. I feel my clit starting to tingle and I wonder if everyone can tell. I blush as I look around, feeling naked, looking guilty.

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